I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

When the point of direct sunlight reaches the Tropic of Capricornus, the northern hemisphere ushers in the day with the shortest day and longest night—the winter solstice.

But after today, the days will grow day by day and the yang energy will warm up, so it is a very happy day and a day worth celebrating.

It happened to be Sunday, and in the afternoon, Zhuang Wenyao and Zhang Xin, mother and son, were busy making dumplings in the kitchen.

"Mom, the shrimp came out after washing, how to remove the shrimp thread?" Zhuang Wenyao stretched his hand into the cold water and asked while playing with the QQ's bouncing shrimp meat.

Zhang Xin just chopped the vegetables: "You can't do this delicate work, let me do it, and you go chop the meat."

"Okay!" Zhuang Wenyao immediately left his shrimp soldiers and crab generals to butcher the tenderloin on the chopping board.

Zhang Xin warned: "It must be chopped very finely to be delicious!"

"No problem! Look at my two-knife style!" The left and right hands chop meat together.

In order to ensure that the chop was fine enough, he had to chop hundreds of times, and finally a whole piece of meat was minced into minced meat.

Making dumplings is more time-consuming and exhausting than expected.The two of them worked all afternoon, and finally made more than a hundred lace dumplings with large fillings and thin skins.Of course, Zhang Xin did all the fine work, and Zhuang Wenyao was only in charge of rolling the skin, but the same contribution was indispensable.

"Here are the delicious and hot dumplings!" Zhang Xin ordered a copy for him and brought it to the table.

Zhuang Wenyao's salivary glands work crazily and secrete liquid: "It smells so good!"

The stuffing has been carefully prepared, and after being cooked, the odor molecules are fully stimulated, doing Brownian motion cheerfully, and the aroma instantly fills the whole room.

Zhuang Wenyao twitched his index finger, not caring how hot the dumplings were just out of the pot, he picked up one and took a small bite of the dumpling skin, the hot and delicious soup immediately filled his mouth.Take another big bite, taste the rich fillings, and the taste is very layered: refreshing vegetables, soft and tender fresh meat, and springy shrimp. Every time you chew, the deliciousness is multiplied in the mouth, and you can't stop!

Zhang Xin was amused by her son's eager eating: "Don't just eat, talk! How are you?"

"WhoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh? It's still hot.

Zhang Xin poured him a glass of warm water: "Why are you in such a hurry to eat, let's drink it before drinking!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Zhang Xin: "Don't worry, eat slowly, no one will grab you, there is still a lot in the pot. Bring some to your roommate when you go to school later, let them try it too!"

"Okay~" Zhuang Wenyao stuffed a few more, and suddenly realized a problem, "Mom, why don't you eat?"

Zhang Xin smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry, we'll eat together when your dad comes back at night."

"What time will he be back today?"

"It's possible to be early. If there is no operation, I will be home after eight o'clock!"

"That's great. But don't wait too late. If you can't come back by then, you can eat first and go to bed earlier."

"I know."

No, you don't know.Zhuang Wenyao knew very well that 90.00% of Zhang Xin would wait for her father to come home, no matter what time it was.

While eating, Zhuang Wenyao remembered something again, raised his head and asked, "Mom, can I bring some more dumplings to school? I want to give Lu Zhiheng a taste too. He's staying at school this weekend, so he can't eat homemade dumplings." dumpling."

"Why not? You can take as much as you want, it's enough!"

Zhang Xin delivered two boxes of dumplings to Zhuang Wenyao and drove him to school.

Arriving at the school in the evening, Zhang Rui and Zhu Finance, who were staying at the school, had just returned to the dormitory after eating.

Zhuang Wenyao brought the dumplings to his roommates to taste: "Today is the winter solstice, come and eat dumplings, so your ears won't get cold!"

Zhu Finance: "It's dumplings, we just ate them from the cafeteria."

Zhuang Wenyao: "That's right, let's compare which one tastes better! Here."

The two tasted one each, and they were full of praise: "This is much more delicious than the cafeteria!"

"Really!" Zhuang Wenyao looked around, "Where's Yezi?"

Zhang Rui: "Let's go play ball."

Zhuang Wenyao left a box of dumplings: "You guys share it, don't forget to leave two for him!"

"Okay!" Zhang Rui asked, "Are you going to the classroom now?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "No, I'll wait a little longer."

He thought, at this moment, Lu Zhiheng might still be studying in the library.But because it was the weekend, it was possible to bring a mobile phone, so I sent him a message:

Yao: [Have you had dinner yet? ]

As soon as I threw the phone aside and went to pack my things, the phone started vibrating.

Lu Zhiheng: [Nope. ]

Lu Zhiheng: [Are you back to school? ]

Yao: [Well, just arrived]

Yao: [When do you plan to go to the cafeteria? ]

Lu Zhiheng: [Six o'clock]

Yao: [Waiting for me at the old place in the cafeteria at six o’clock]

Yao: [Don’t buy food! ]

Lu Zhiheng: [OK]

Lu Zhiheng: [If I don't buy food, what will I eat? ]

Yao: [You will know in a while! ]

The school cafeteria kindly provided dumplings, so that students who stayed at school on weekends could also eat dumplings on the winter solstice.

Zhuang Wenyao asked Lu Zhiheng to wait for him in the cafeteria at six o'clock, but he arrived earlier, waiting for him in that unremarkable corner.

Lu Zhiheng was more punctual, neither early nor late, and arrived at their agreed place at six o'clock.

In line with the principle of "not necessary, no blue and white coat", he wore a coat today with a school uniform shirt inside.Compared with most other people's blue and white school uniform and thick padded jacket, it looks very thin and not very warm, but he himself is not cold at all, and his smile is very warm.

Zhuang Wenyao opened the food box excitedly: "Today is the winter solstice, let me give you a taste of the dumplings made by our family!"

Lu Zhiheng was a little surprised, and then smiled gratefully: "Thank you!"

Zhuang Wenyao handed over the chopsticks with a smile: "You're welcome! The ones stuffed with coriander are delicious!"

"..." Lu Zhiheng stopped for a moment.He knew that Zhuang Wenyao was teasing him, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Hahahahaha..." Zhuang Wenyao was very satisfied with his reaction, and laughed loudly, "I'm just kidding, it's dumplings stuffed with three delicacies, without any coriander, very safe!"

Lu Zhiheng's expression finally became natural: "Actually, in my hometown, dumplings stuffed with coriander are always eaten on New Year's Eve..."

"Huh?" Zhuang Wenyao was amazed, "Then what should you do? You can't even stand the smell of 'eating coriander will kill the star'?"

Lu Zhiheng nodded helplessly: "That's right, so I usually don't keep the New Year's Eve, what time should I go to bed or what time should I go to bed, and I fell asleep before they put the dumplings out."

Why do you feel that the lazy Lu Zhiheng is also kind of cute?Zhuang Wenyao smiled and said, "I'm different. On the night of New Year's Eve, I'm very energetic. The seven aunts and eight uncles all gather in one room, and they can't sleep even if they want to sleep... How about dumplings?"

Lu Zhiheng just picked up one and tasted it, his eyes slowly bent into crescents, full of happiness and contentment: "It's very delicious! Did you make it?"

Seeing his appearance, Zhuang Wenyao was also very happy: "Well... my mother made the soul stuffing, and the gaudy dumpling sides were also made by her. But I chopped the meat stuffing, and I also rolled the dumpling wrappers! It's our cooperation!"

"Awesome!" Lu Zhiheng said with a sincere smile, "Auntie's craftsmanship is still so good..."

When Zhuang Wenyao heard this, his expression froze, and his heart beat wildly: Is he taking the initiative to bring up the past?

Lu Zhiheng continued without changing his expression: "The braised pig's trotter last time, I've been thinking about it for a long time!"

"..." It turned out to be the last time, well, I thought too much.Zhuang Wenyao's hopes fell through, and the corners of his mouth drooped unconsciously.

Lu Zhiheng took his reaction into his eyes, and a trace of unbearable and helpless flashed in his eyes. He didn't even realize it, and then hid it so quickly that it was hard to catch, and put on his usual smile: "Actually, one of us In a sense, it is very humane, and it pays more attention to the ritual sense of the festival and the life experience of the students. I remember that last winter solstice was Monday, and the cafeteria held a dumpling-making competition!”

"Dumpling-making competition?" The young man remembers to eat or not to fight, as soon as something new happens, any troubles or unpleasantness will be forgotten when he turns around, "How to compare?"

"Hmm..." Lu Zhiheng recalled, "Actually, the rules are very simple. The cafeteria provides ingredients, fillings and dough are all ready-made. Anyone who knows how to wrap or wants to try is free to participate, and there will be rewards for participating."

Zhuang Wenyao: "What award?"

Lu Zhiheng chuckled lightly: "Eat all the dumplings I made as a reward!"

"Wonderful!" Zhuang Wenyao also laughed, "Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing! Eat as much as you want, don't waste anything!"

However, Lu Zhiheng smiled wryly and shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. You don't know how many people make dumplings that look like gold and jade, and when they are boiled, they all bloom, and the whole pot of dumplings can't be eaten anymore. That scene was simply Horrible..."

"Tsk," Zhuang Wenyao wanted to laugh loudly, but he felt that he was not qualified: if he went up by himself, it might not be easy to get anywhere. We are full! This activity is not very successful."

Lu Zhiheng said: "Actually, it's okay, everyone had a good time and felt like home."

Hearing the adjective "play", Zhuang Wenyao finally couldn't hold back and laughed: "So you still ate quick-frozen dumplings in the end?"

The corner of Lu Zhiheng's mouth twitched: "No, it's handmade. In the end, the auntie in the cafeteria organized a few of us who knew how to pack, wrapped all the remaining ingredients, cooked another pot and distributed them to everyone. That night, I created The highest record for making dumplings..."

"Hahahahaha..." Zhuang Wenyao recalled the scene of Lu Zhiheng making dumplings with a serious face, and burst into tears from laughter, "You can make dumplings!"

Lu Zhiheng pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly: "Yes, and on this night last year, my dumpling-making skill reached its peak."

In fact, it's not just making dumplings, because Gu Yan is busy with work, and Lu Zhiheng has been at home alone for a long time, so naturally he can do everything.

But Zhuang Wenyao has not realized this yet, and his thoughts are still immersed in the unique dumpling making competition.Rounding it up, didn't everyone in their department have eaten the dumplings made by Lu Zhiheng himself?

I'm a little envious... No, I'm too sour!

The author has something to say:

No need to be sour, you can eat it every year in the future!